Disclaimer: I don't own B'Elanna Torres or Kessik IV, but the
way things might have happened and the various other children
are my interpretation.
Note: Based on facts seen in "Lineage".
Written: 2/2 2003
***
"Honor and Truth" by Voy_Girl
*
Her wide-open eyes traveled downwards to the big rip on the knee
of her almost new pair of jeans. They narrowed down to a slim,
dangerous slit as she noticed the dark blood which oozed out from
the grazed, sensitive skin underneath the torn material.
"What's the matter? Waiting for someone to help you up?" A
narrow-minded boy teased, clumsily dancing around the kneeling
B'Elanna.
"Too Klingon-like to get up again?" A girl with braids and lots of
freckles added in a singsong voice and associated herself with the boy.
*
B'Elanna had endured a bitter first week ever in school. So far, when
children had teased her, she'd only pushed them away, literally or
verbally and then run away from their red-hot roars of laughter.
*
"I bet she woke up this morning wondering what those things on her
forehead were!"
"Yeah, and then she finally found a mirror... And that's why she's so
pale!"
Two other swaggering, completely human, boys with poor imagination
joined the little circle of mocking grins around 'the different one'.
B'Elanna slowly stood up on shaky legs. She didn't have to take that
kind of treatment from anyone. She shouldn't have let herself be
pushed to the rough ground.
"Does the little knee hurt?" The only girl asked in the same tone she
used when talking to her poor puppy.
"Actually, ms. Freckled," B'Elanna made her young voice as chilly as
she possibly could. "It doesn't."
The four children stared round-eyes, obviously puzzled that their
victim had defended herself in such a controlled, dreadworthy way.
*
As a last chance to win the admiring back, the boy who'd pushed
B'Elanna in the dirty hastily walked up to her discarded and dented
lunch box.
"Don't touch that." He was stopped in mid-move as he bent down to take
the square object.
B'Elanna moved closer to him, and the other children fearfully moved
behind their leader.
In desperate fear of her unusually proud, glowing eyes instead of
idle tears, he straightened up to his full length of three feet
and seven inches.
"I'll touch your stupid box if I want to."
*
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the hard ground with two long
braids and three pair of big eyes too close to his face.
B'Elanna had finally had enough and she'd punched her worst tormentor
back; hard.
The four children knew she watched them run away, and especially he
who ran first; mixed his nose-bleeding with salt, unsuspecting tears.
*
B'Elanna suddenly became aware of the chilly wind caressing her bare
arms, as well as the protruding pain in her right knee.
It was like all other emotions had been shut down while she fought for
herself; for her returning honor.
She had for the first time discovered how it felt to get uncontrollably
mad, and how she reacted to it.
Sighing into the wind she faced, she picked up her grey box and began
her limping walk through the autumn atmosphere, knowing she'd have to
explain it all to her mother when she got home.
********
End
********
way things might have happened and the various other children
are my interpretation.
Note: Based on facts seen in "Lineage".
Written: 2/2 2003
***
"Honor and Truth" by Voy_Girl
*
Her wide-open eyes traveled downwards to the big rip on the knee
of her almost new pair of jeans. They narrowed down to a slim,
dangerous slit as she noticed the dark blood which oozed out from
the grazed, sensitive skin underneath the torn material.
"What's the matter? Waiting for someone to help you up?" A
narrow-minded boy teased, clumsily dancing around the kneeling
B'Elanna.
"Too Klingon-like to get up again?" A girl with braids and lots of
freckles added in a singsong voice and associated herself with the boy.
*
B'Elanna had endured a bitter first week ever in school. So far, when
children had teased her, she'd only pushed them away, literally or
verbally and then run away from their red-hot roars of laughter.
*
"I bet she woke up this morning wondering what those things on her
forehead were!"
"Yeah, and then she finally found a mirror... And that's why she's so
pale!"
Two other swaggering, completely human, boys with poor imagination
joined the little circle of mocking grins around 'the different one'.
B'Elanna slowly stood up on shaky legs. She didn't have to take that
kind of treatment from anyone. She shouldn't have let herself be
pushed to the rough ground.
"Does the little knee hurt?" The only girl asked in the same tone she
used when talking to her poor puppy.
"Actually, ms. Freckled," B'Elanna made her young voice as chilly as
she possibly could. "It doesn't."
The four children stared round-eyes, obviously puzzled that their
victim had defended herself in such a controlled, dreadworthy way.
*
As a last chance to win the admiring back, the boy who'd pushed
B'Elanna in the dirty hastily walked up to her discarded and dented
lunch box.
"Don't touch that." He was stopped in mid-move as he bent down to take
the square object.
B'Elanna moved closer to him, and the other children fearfully moved
behind their leader.
In desperate fear of her unusually proud, glowing eyes instead of
idle tears, he straightened up to his full length of three feet
and seven inches.
"I'll touch your stupid box if I want to."
*
The next thing he knew, he was lying on the hard ground with two long
braids and three pair of big eyes too close to his face.
B'Elanna had finally had enough and she'd punched her worst tormentor
back; hard.
The four children knew she watched them run away, and especially he
who ran first; mixed his nose-bleeding with salt, unsuspecting tears.
*
B'Elanna suddenly became aware of the chilly wind caressing her bare
arms, as well as the protruding pain in her right knee.
It was like all other emotions had been shut down while she fought for
herself; for her returning honor.
She had for the first time discovered how it felt to get uncontrollably
mad, and how she reacted to it.
Sighing into the wind she faced, she picked up her grey box and began
her limping walk through the autumn atmosphere, knowing she'd have to
explain it all to her mother when she got home.
********
End
********